We will never be this young again
We always knew that, but didn’t
Believe it, until one day, looking
At pictures of how we were, when
We were that young, smiling photos,
The happiness blended with youth,
We had to confess that time had
Passed, happily and with the stealth
Of time slipping by, unnoticed and
Quieter than the images of those young
Happy people looking back at us
On Thursday afternoon, last week, I read three New Yorker articles about Jared and the Russians, tweeted them out, and felt no relief from OATS (thank you for the term of use, )
Lost in thought?
Quiet waters, billowing clouds © 2014 Tamara Beck
The river in its infinite variety
Is always the same, running this
Way and that, making waves, or
Having them made on it by the
Passing boats and barges in
Their infinite variety, always
The same but different
Photos © Tamara Beck
Let’s imagine a world of peace and harmony. Now imagine who (or what) would want to disrupt such a calm prospect.
Are we in the garden of Eden? Does it require a devil (or THE DEVIL) to tear it all apart?
Who would not want to live a life of quiet tranquility? Would you want to trade in complete serenity for disorder and chaos?
via Desert — The Daily Post
Okay, you did say desert and not dessert. Sorry, I misread. I am always quoting the old adage, life’s too short, eat dessert first. Does not fit here.
Deserts– like a few desserts– tend to be surprisingly reddish in hue. And can be very very lovely and calming places to visit.
I recommend them as part of a meditation ritual. Peaceful, soulful, gentle spaces that are often hotter than you’re comfortable with, but will take your breath away in the spiritual sense as well.
School x-ing and exiting
Between the two, I was once that young
Was I ever that hopeful
So optimistic of finding my day
Waiting right outside the door?